Chapter 879 There Is Something Wrong with This Tool Man’s Brain

After finishing the call with Conan, Asano Nobushige was not busy with anything strange, but drove back to Ritsufeng Music Classroom as usual. If you must find something out of the ordinary, the only choice is to change your disguise.

He changed from Hisashi Watanabe to Nobushige Asano, and then parked the car near the music classroom.

Azusa Enomoto supported the work of the store alone. Fortunately, the music classroom's business was already bleak, so she could handle it alone. Seeing Asano Nobushige, Azusa Enomoto's eyes were filled with joy:

"Mr. Asano, long time no see~"

"Long time no see." Nobuhiro smiled and took off his coat, hung it on the storage rack, and asked, "Is Miss Kawakami here?"

"We're already here, waiting for you in the piano room."

"Thank you for your hard work." After Nobushige finished speaking, he walked towards the piano room. Miyano Akemi, who looked like Yuno Kawakami, immediately stood up and smiled at him.

Azusa Enomoto watched the door of the piano room close in front of his eyes, listening to the echoing piano sound, and a relieved smile gradually appeared on his face.

In fact, she and Mr. Asano hadn't seen each other for a long time. She still remembered that they had just met yesterday. But the originally bustling music classroom suddenly became vacant, which made Azusa Enomoto feel a little flustered, as if the music classroom was about to close down.

It was true that people were there and things were there, but it gave her the illusion that things were the same and people were not.

In the piano room, Kawakami Yuno's piano skills have not improved at all despite having taken many piano lessons. Because every time, only her ears were influenced by piano music.

Kawakami Yuno sat on the chair with her eyes slightly closed, quietly feeling the process of the cold disguise material condensing on her face. Occasionally, Nobuhiro's fingertips would inadvertently touch her skin, causing a tingling sensation.

"It seems that Mr. Okiya and Mr. Amuro are not at work today." Halfway through the disguise, Kawakami Yuno suddenly said.

Xinfan responded softly: "They don't have classes today."

"I see, I thought they were busy."

Nobuhiro declined to comment.

Ever since he and Shuichi Akai ripped off each other's vests in front of Rei Furuya, their cooperation has been in full swing, and their division of labor has been clear. Rei Fukutani is responsible for the public security work, Shuichi Akai is responsible for leading the FBI to attract the attention of Gin and others, and Nobushige only needs to play Mescal honestly and conscientiously. The better he plays Mescal. True, the more successful their plans will be.

After Nobufu made the last adjustment, he stepped back slightly and looked at the woman in front of him with a satisfied smile: "Okay, this disguise can still last for about a week. I will help you in the next class."

Hearing this, Kawakami Yuno slowly opened her eyes. She sincerely thanked Nobuhiro: "Sorry to trouble you, Mr. Asano."

"Don't be so formal."

"Well, even though you said that, I should still say thank you." Kawakami Yuno stood up and put her satchel on her back, but she still made no move to leave the piano room.

Nobuhiro saw her hesitation, so he took the initiative to ask: "Is there anything you can't say?"

"I..." Kawakami Yuno took a deep breath before saying, "Actually, it's nothing. I just want to ask you if you know where Mr. Amuro is from?"

"I'm not sure about this either." Xinfan lied without changing his face.

In fact, not only did he ask about Toru Amuro's resume and background during the interview, he even participated in most of Rei Fukiya's life.

Yuno Kawakami looked regretful: "When Xiao Ai and I traveled to China, we talked a lot about our childhood. Mr. Amuro is very similar to a person I knew before. If we can know where he is from, maybe we can be sure Isn’t he the same person he was back then?”

Um?

Nobushige was a little surprised. Because of Miyano Akemi's reaction to meeting Toru Amuro before, he always thought that Miyano Akemi had long forgotten what happened when she was a child, but now it seems that she still has some memories.

I just don’t know if Toru Amuro can sense the familiar feeling from Yuno Kawakami.

Watching Miyano Akemi leave from the music classroom, Nobushige also put on his coat.

Seeing this, Azusa Enomoto asked with concern: "Mr. Asano, are you going out again?"

"I went outside to smoke a cigarette, so I won't let you smoke free second-hand smoke." Nobushige replied with a smile.

"Ah, that's it." Azusa Enomoto was moved, "Actually, you don't have to go to that trouble, you can just do it in the store."

"No, no, no, you should not spoil your health too much at a young age. You should not smoke or drink. This is the advice of an old man like me." Xinfan said sincerely.

"You are only one year older than me. How can you say that you are an elderly person? Besides, since you know that smoking is not a good habit, why don't you quit smoking quickly?"

Xinfan shook his head and said, "You don't understand." He took the cigarette and fire, walked out of the music classroom, and closed the door behind him.

Azusa Enomoto sighed helplessly upon seeing this.

Mr. Asano is so considerate, standing outside smoking and worrying about the smoke drifting in along the door. She is truly lucky to have such a boss.

Nobuhiro looked around and chose the street tree in front of the music classroom.

It wasn't that he had to hang himself from this crooked tree. In fact, other places nearby were not suitable for making phone calls, and walking further away would easily arouse Azusa Enomoto's suspicion. After thinking about it, this tree is the most pleasing to the eye.

Nobushige dialed the tool man's phone number.

After ringing for three seconds, the call was picked up by the other party, and then Silla's loud voice came from the receiver:

"Mescal, what do you want from me?"

Nobuhiro: "..."

This eldest brother has been following him since the Nordic period. Why haven't they learned to confirm each other's identities before speaking? Exposing the code name of Mezcal so carelessly not only deceived himself, but also deceived Nobunshi!

Nobuhiro was suddenly a little unsure whether to say what he was going to say next.

Not hearing Mescal's reply, Silla repeated: "Mescal? Did you call the wrong number? I'm Silla, are you sure you want to call me?"

Nobuhiro: "..."

Well, now his mood can no longer be described as helpless, it should be despair!

I'm afraid there's something wrong with this tool man's brain!

"No, I dialed the wrong number." Nobuhiro said before hanging up.

Maybe it was because the coldness and disappointment in his tone were overflowing, but Silla suddenly understood and hurriedly said: "Wait a minute, I know I was a little careless just now, but this is also because I believe in your ability and know that you I will never give my phone to anyone else."

"Ha." Nobuhiro sneered, "I'm sorry for betraying your trust. Anyone can take my phone, and I can't guarantee that they won't accidentally dial your number."